g a spirit stone. His obsidian sword flew out from his dantian and lay horizontally in front of him. The spiritual energy radiance grew brighter and brighter, and the blade trembled incessantly, as if...Many years ago, the venerable Yuèjù went on a pilgrimage and left Dàsuī. Since then, his whereabouts have been unknown.

Legend has it that those seeking opportunities to break through their innate limitations also sought immortals. It is said that the great bodhisattva Yuanjue, nearing the end of his lifespan, was unwilling to die and went searching for immortality.

Who knew that Yuánjué, the enlightened being, would return to the Sui Dynasty at this very moment and coincidentally bump into himself.

The roar just now should have been the famous Lion's Roar, a unique skill from Xuanji Temple in the martial world.

True qi transforming into form, condensing a fist to break the void, Qin Sang had never seen such a scene before.

Qin Sang's figure flashed and he retreated, the Monk Mang snorted coldly, his arm suddenly swinging.

'Whoosh!'

A fine iron chain burst forth, under the moonlight it resembled a crystal thread as it shot towards Qin Sang at incredible speed.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through the chain's journey, the force suddenly ceased. It flew out another segment before losing all its power and crashed to the ground with a resounding 'whoosh'. The sturdy monk's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed backward without any warning.

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'Bang!'

The corpse of the rough monk exploded on the ground, scattering a cloud of dust and leaves. There was no more breath.

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All this happened in the blink of an eye. Yuanjue glanced at the corpse of the Mang Monk, then turned his head to stare intently at Qin Sang and the black banner in his hand, his eyes flashing brightly.

“You are a cultivator!”

Qin Sang clutched the Yama's Banner in his hand, standing still from afar. His gaze was cold and his tone flat as he said: "Old Monk, I wouldn't want to create more bloodshed. If you leave now, I will spare your life."

Although Qin Sang spoke sweetly, he was secretly lamenting in his heart.

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After Yan Wang killed the Rough Monk, Qin Sang ordered him to kill Yuanjue. To Qin Sang's surprise, Yan Wang refused.

The King of Hell usually encountered living people as if he saw tempting delicacies. Without Qin Sang's command, he would eagerly rush forward to savor the fresh souls.

Now facing the old monk, it seems to be afraid, shrinking back and forth, not daring to come forward.

Although the old monk was elderly, his qi and blood were surprisingly robust, something Qin Sang had never seen before. Furthermore, the old monk's true energy was quite unique; his fist shadows were crimson red like fire, and his whole person resembled a blazing sun, truly a bane to evil spirits.

The Black-robed Devil was able to fight a sword-wielding Immortal to the death with his Hell Banner, yet now he fears a mortal martial arts master of innate talent.

Qin Sang vaguely guessed the reason.

Even on the battlefield, Qin Sang wouldn't allow Yan Luo to consume too many souls.

One is afraid of exposing their identity, and the other is afraid that once Yan Luo's strength becomes too powerful, it will backfire on themselves.

Qin Sang had long discovered a characteristic of the Yanluo Banner: if the King Yama consumed enough souls, the holes on the banner would heal themselves.

When the banner of Yama's realm is complete, Yama's strength should return to its prime.

Qin Sang didn't know what realm the black-clothed demon was in during his lifetime, but he was definitely higher than himself. The black-clothed demon could suppress the fully-powered King of Hell, and the Jade Buddha might not be able to.

Out of caution, Qin Sang only allowed the King of Hell to consume dozens of souls each time before taking it back. At this time, the King of Hell could provide three soul pills, enough for him to use a spell.

He had originally planned to at least break through the fifth layer of the Nether Scripture before gradually increasing the strength of the King Yama, but he did not expect that the vigorous blood and energy of a congenital master would make the King Yama afraid.

Qin Sang had long heard Bai Jianglan talk about the story of a congenital master who killed a celestial master with a sword glow. It seemed that cultivators couldn't underestimate mortals, and besides, he was just a half-baked nobody.

Shouts and knocks echoed from outside the mansion's door. Someone called out for the headmaster loudly, but there was no answer inside. Then, the door was burst open with force.

Just now, the old monk let out a long cry, attracting all the patrol guards and constables from around the county office.

At this point, Qin Sang couldn't afford to be cautious any longer. He could only abandon his previous prudence, allowing Yan Wang to go out and devour souls, thereby increasing his strength. Meanwhile, he suppressed the panic in his heart and put on a facade, hoping to intimidate the old monk.

However, when Yuánjué listened to Qín Sāng's words, his face wasn't filled with fear; instead, his eyes sparkled with surprise.

Qin Sang suddenly realized something. If Yuanjue traveled to seek immortals, what would he do when he actually saw a cultivator pretending to be powerful in front of him

What I just said was completely unnecessary. I totally lost my cool in front of the old master!

Feeling Yuanjue's gaze becoming increasingly greedy, Qin Sang couldn't help but deeply regret his actions.

As expected, Yué's eyes narrowed as he stared at Qin Sang for a moment. He then suddenly sneered, "Putting on airs!"

Qin Sang suddenly felt something was wrong, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He stomped heavily on the ground, and his body swayed into the air.

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Abruptly, Yuanjue appeared where he had been standing before. A ball of crimson energy coalesced in his palm, which he then slammed out forcefully, shattering the old tree behind him with a single blow.

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'Click!'

The trunk snapped in the middle, and the enormous crown crashed down.

What a terrifying congenital master!

Qin Sang felt a shiver run down his spine, knowing that he had no chance against the enlightened master Yuanjue. He turned and ran away.

Seeing this, Yuanjue Bodhisattva was overjoyed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He laughed wildly: "Where did this little punk come from Hand over your cultivation methods, and I'll spare you!"

The first sentence still lingers in my mind.

The second sentence, right at my ear.

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When the last sentence sounded, a figure flashed before Qin Sang’s eyes. Yuanjue ascended like a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, taking one step and surpassing Qin Sang, blocking his way.

A withered hand, like a wisp of wind, reached out to him with urgency.

Qin Sang's hair stood on end, he used all his strength to perform the Phantom Steps, dashing left and right like a headless fly, but no matter how he dodged, that palm always remained before him.

"Come back here, you dog!"

Qin Sang desperately urged the Yan Luo Banner's incantation, cursing inwardly, but as he saw the palm grow larger before his eyes, a bitter feeling surged through him, filled with intense unwillingness.

"My life is forfeit!"

Unexpectedly, Yuánjué did not directly snap Qin Sang's neck. Instead, he snatched the Yama Banner from Qin Sang's hand.

Round-Awakening Master held the Hades Banner and glanced at Qin Sang. His eyes flashed with ecstatic light, looking at Qin Sang as if he were a treasure trove. His finger shot out like lightning, about to seal Qin Sang's acupoints, but suddenly his body stiffened.

Qin Sang was overjoyed, let out a roar, and rushed forward, slamming into Yuanjue's arm, snatching the Yama Banner, and viciously stabbing toward Yuanjue's neck. Qin Sang used all his strength, almost driving the entire flagpole of the Yama Banner in.

'Poof!'

Blood sprayed onto Qin Sang's face, and a blood spring appeared on Yuanjue's neck as he fell backward.

Qin Sang collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath like a bellows, staring at the motionless figure of Yuanjue on the ground. He was still shaken by fear.

The Great Awakened One was the most terrifying enemy he had ever encountered in this world. It’s truly frightening how powerful a congenital master can be.

After the panic, Qin Sang couldn't help but begin to reflect.

Over the past year, he had been invincible. Even the most skilled masters couldn't stop him from achieving his goals. His mindset inevitably shifted, and he began to look down on ordinary people, believing that the entire world was within his grasp.

This time, I almost lost my life, which made me realize suddenly that from now on, no matter what opponent I encounter, I must be cautious.

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